I spent four hours today staring through a windshield. I have a friend who travels a lot for work who calls this “windshield time” and I like the phrase. It’s a contemplative time, but one that allows for multitasking – namely moving from one point to another while thinking or talking. Today our point A was Fruita, Colorado – an adorable town on the western edge of the state. Our point B was Denver. So our morning was spent traversing the state, quietly, together with Adelaide in the back seat – her eyes fluttering in and out of sleep. We were all contemplative – Rick was doing some reading for school, Adelaide was dreaming (I imagine) about the pasture she in which she woke this morning, with purple wildflowers and heavy dew shimmering in the early light of morning. I was listening to “Going Driftless: An Artist’s Tribute to Greg Brown” and staring out at the buttes and mesas of Western Colorado, to the twang of a slide guitar, contemplating the trajectory of our lives.
Tomorrow I start a job that I am thrilled about. It is a unique and special opportunity and I’m very thankful that the stars aligned for my resume to fall into the hands of the right person who could offer me a chance to combine my background in natural resources with a stronger communications role and an opportunity to be at the cutting edge of natural resource conflicts. I am thrilled to begin a new chapter, and to take a slightly different angle to the natural resources issues I have been working on for several years now. I cannot wait.
That said, it is sad in many ways to bring this past six months of transition to a close. Since we left our jobs in Brisbane, Rick and I have travelled throughout much of Australia, moved back home to the United States, travelled the country searching for the right place for us to settle long-term, spent time abroad, and after much deliberation, some drama, and a bit of soul-searching we found ourselves right back where our story began in Denver.
After much contemplation, our perfect path was the one of least resistance and the one that led us to unpack our boxes in a peach stucco home flanked by flowering cherry trees in Lincoln Park. And in settling here, we opened so many new doors – jobs, a home to expand in, and an opportunity to look at each other and be thankful for our many blessings.
So, this morning I was reflecting on everything that brought us to this point, and I won’t lie, I did a bit of happy crying. As I steered our way back and forth over the frothy brown Colorado River, under the watchful sentinels of the rust-colored buttes, through Glenwood Canyon and on I-70 into the snowcapped peaks of Summit County, the light from the east cast shadows over the dusty slabs of mesa and snowcapped mountains in the distance. Rick and I reminded ourselves to never become immune to the beauty of this place we live.
So often as I drive I listen to music, really listen, and try to take in a timely message and there were so many today – Greg Brown’s songs are raw and raw was in perfect tune with my heart today. Raw and joyful. We are burgeoning into a new phase of life together and so many small changes are happening daily that indicate we are in the right place and doing the right things for ourselves. This morning we woke in a three person tent in a dewy field with our puppy snuggling between us. We all grinned and murmured in the orange light of sunrise knowing our first night camping back in Colorado (with puppy) was a success. Tomorrow I begin a new job and Rick begins the hunt for teaching roles – a whole new ballgame for him. Our lives which have felt so in flux are finally setting down roots.
If gratitude ever gets old on this blog I am sorry, but I have never felt more blessed than over the last week. Thank you for sharing it with me.